In my Hotmail/Outlook account, I have a sent email dated 5th December 2007 titled ‘christmas list’. Weezer’s Pinkerton was one of the things I asked for that year, among other items including The Simpsons Game on the PS2, Colour It In by The Maccabees and the Blink-182 Greatest Hits compilation. There are other requests, but I won’t waste writing space listing them all. Ah, to be 12 again. I have a big memory of discovering ‘El Scorcho’ one day, finding its video online, and it became a favourite song of mine instantly. Was insane how hooked on it I was. I’d had a physical copy of the Blue Album for a year by 2007. I loved it, then. Here was this “new” Weezer song in ‘El Scorcho’. I didn’t know where to download music without paying, didn’t know about Limewire and those things. So I guess I had to get this other Weezer album, just so I could listen to ‘El Scorcho’ whenever I wanted. Gotta thank my cousin for coming in clutch on the list. I did get nearly everything I asked for that year.

‘Tired of Sex’ is the first song on Pinkerton. I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t like the track when I heard it the first time. I didn’t like the opening keyboard / guitar riff. I didn’t like the bass line. I didn’t like the vocal melodies. I didn’t like Rivers Cuomo’s screaming. Everything sounded like a bunch of noise. I thought it was a weird subject to be writing a song about. At the age of 12, I couldn’t go around singing it out loud. It definitely wasn’t ‘My Name Is Jonas’. And that’s what I thought of Pinkerton, initially. Nine tracks of noise, only one of them I really liked, ending with a quiet-as-hell acoustic number, and it was nothing like the Blue Album. It wasn’t too long into 2008 that I was singing along to almost every song on Pinkerton. Almost. ‘Tired of Sex’ and ‘Across the Sea’, I could just not get into. There’s no post for ‘Across the Sea’ on here, so I guess in 2013, I still wasn’t into it. But I eventually grew to appreciate it. ‘Tired of Sex’ was the outlier. I think that first impression really left a mark on me. It might have been something like 2018 or ’19, when I heard it again, probably found myself singing it out of the blue at various times, and realized that if I was doing that, then it probably meant I finally liked the song now.

Rivers Cuomo was a desperate man. He just wanted some love. The real kind. He wasn’t getting any satisfaction from the numerous fleeting encounters he was having, which is usually made fun of ’cause he looked like this in the ’90s, but he was the frontman of a pretty big alternative rock band, so it probably wasn’t very difficult for him on that front. The manly men out there would maybe tell him to suck it up. Most likely wouldn’t care. But Cuomo was really feeling it, and ‘Tired of Sex’ lays the desperation flat-out for all to witness. The screaming, all the noise that I said I didn’t like earlier, it wasn’t for show. This was all made with intention. This was catharsis. Patrick Wilson is pummeling those drums. Matt Sharp rolls out that the thick bass line. Cuomo lets everything out, from his vocals to the shredding on the crazy guitar solo. ‘Tired of Sex’ is Pinkerton‘s opening salvo, and it’s probably the most important song on the album ’cause the rest that follow hinge on the issues raised in it. It’s a damn powerhouse.